Nothing, heats up my jacuzzi like when this used thong
I found, bedazzled with gems, brushes ever so gently against some boobs!
I guess it's hard to believe that one man,
Could have a pony-tail that's sensitive and,
Distract an agressive hawk that's cornered you.

I know my haikus are freakin intense,
But even the words I made up to sound french,
Don't express my feelings for your toilet parts.
I would show up for our pottery class,
Dressed like a pirate with john waters moustache,
On a unicorn that shits your name in stars.

Fuck in school, but jimmy's the romantic type,
loitering on cliffs, thinkin about stuff like,
Screwing you on the beach at night! (x2)

One milkshake! two straws!

Fuck in school, but jimmy's the romantic type,
loitering on cliffs, thinkin about stuff like,
Screwing you on the beach at night! (x2)

Don't I, sound so, sexy, echo, (x2)

Release the doves (x5)